The next morning felt like a haze of regret and discomfort as I finally stirred awake at 11 o'clock. I cursed myself inwardly for sleeping in so late, a luxury I rarely allowed myself. My clothes were a crumpled mess, a stark reminder of the wild night before that had taken its toll.
Dragging myself to the shower, I lingered under the hot water for more than 20 minutes, hoping it would wash away the remnants of last night's revelry along with the headache that pounded in my temples. Rubbing my temples gently, I felt as though I had hit my head against a brick wall.
Just as I stepped out of the bathroom, still feeling groggy and disoriented, there came a polite knock on the door. Opening it cautiously, I was surprised to find the middle-aged woman from the previous night standing there with a warm, understanding smile.
"Are you Saakshi?" the middle-aged woman asked politely as I opened the door. I nodded in response, still feeling a bit groggy from the night before.
"Your uncle told me to give these to you," she said, handing me a small packet of medicines.
"Thank you," I murmured gratefully, and she left quietly.
"Why these tablets?" Dia asked curiously as I inspected the package.
"Maybe for the hangover," I replied with a slight shrug. I was certain my uncle was not thrilled about us getting drunk last night.
Dia and Aadhya wasted no time in swallowing the tablets, and I followed suit. Just as we were settling in, my phone started ringing. Glancing at the screen, I saw it was my uncle calling.
"Good morning, uncle... Thanks for the tablets," I said, answering the call with a mixture of relief and guilt
"Good morning Saakshi," my uncle's cheerful voice greeted me over the phone as I lounged in bed, still feeling the remnants of a late night out. His request about the blue tablets piqued my curiosity.
"You mean Aunt Mery's son?" I asked, seeking clarification.
"Yes, Richard. He's down with a cold, and I've been trying to reach him but can't. Could you please give them to him?" My uncle's concern was evident in his tone.
"Sorry uncle, I don't know where he lives or his room number," I confessed, a slight pang of guilt creeping in.
"He lives next door to you," my uncle patiently replied, bringing me back from my thoughts.
"Mr. Attitude stays next door, but..." I began, momentarily distracted before refocusing on the conversation.
"Sorry Uncle, we shouldn't have partied so hard yesterday," I apologized sincerely, regret coloring my voice.
"It's okay Saakshi. You're young, enjoy life while you can," my uncle reassured me warmly.
"Thanks, uncle," I said appreciatively as he hummed in response before ending the call. Reflecting on his words, I resolved to find Richard and deliver the tablets promptly.
After my uncle's call, I rushed over to the neighboring room where Mr. Attitude was staying. I knocked on the door, and Aaron, looking groggy and half-asleep, answered after a brief delay.
"What brings you here?" he asked with a yawn, noticing the pills in my outstretched hand. He took them from me casually, but I swiftly reclaimed them.
"Are you going to let me in or not?" I demanded, giving Aaron an impatient look.
"Always welcome, Your Highness. It's our pleasure to have you," Aaron quipped sarcastically. Irritated, I stepped inside, scanning the room for Mr. Richard.
"So, you're living with an anonymous guy... I mean, a mysterious person?" I inquired, trying to get information out of Aaron.
"I don't think you've been sober since last night," he chuckled. "Let me take you to a doctor."
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RomanceRic Atwal: A very devoted and obedient child, always valuing his parents' wishes, even if it meant sacrificing his desires. It's heartbreaking to hear that he lost his first love along the way Saakshi Verma: has a carefree and joyful life, surrounde...
